#I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

[andyling]

THEY MIGHT BE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE BUT GODDAMMIT THEY FOUND HAPPINESS WITH EACH OTHER AND CHOSE TO ENJOY THEIR TIME TOGETHER DESPITE THE INEVITABLE TRAGEDY AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE THEM

[starcat4]

No you don't get it I'm so unwell after this video. I feel like we just got a glimpse into their life together and I'm so happy and proud of them and that they feel comfortable enough to share even a little bit of their joy with us. They're just so happy and relaxed, just look at them, and it just feels so good to see queer joy especially in people I've followed and seen through so many stages of life. Like they were there for me at my worst and brought me so much joy and I'm so glad they found that too. They deserve the world. I hope they know how much we love them.

[halftheworld-away]

they should have called the show hearteyes

[dragonageruinedmylife]

With the conversation with the Arch Heart and some of the things brought up, I keep coming back to the idea of: You live in a world where Gods are fully confirmed existing beings. You are a cleric of Bahamut. You are a Paladin of the Everlight. You are a believer that makes small prayers to the Wild Mother for safe travels on the sea. You find comfort and solace in your faith and in serving the Gods.

Then one day, the gods are suddenly gone. The powers they blessed you with are gone. Perhaps on a random Tuesday for you. Perhaps in the middle of a battle when you needed to save your friend's life. You can no longer hear them. You're panicked, you're scared. You finally learned what happened and it is people saying "the gods left! we're not beholden to them anymore! We can live our own lives!" And your entire world has been ripped apart without anyone asking if this is what you wanted.

[rad-batson]

Damian Wayne Headcanons :) in which I give him actual character growth, suck it dc writers

this is extremely long, I am not sorry

He has literally no footsteps, you cannot hear him walk, even when he stomps around in one of those moods, it’s just barely a little *pat pat pat*

He doodles on everything. With everything. Some Gothamites have found intricate floral designs etched into the roof or random brick walls (most likely with a knife) after seeing Robin patrol.

He has like 20 weighted blankets, all different weights and sizes depending on his mood.

His favorite item in his room is a silver Nintendo DS. (He likes to use the little chat rooms, even if no one else is on the other end. He doodles and writes little messages. It’s like his diary.)

He loves all animals, and that includes the creepy ones. Especially the creepy ones.

Once, Tim started screaming bloody murder over a massive bug with a bajillion legs in his room. Damian now houses it in an enclosure in his bedroom. Her name is Mildred, Millie for short.

When he was in the LoA, he was forbidden from stimming in front of others. It took two years for anyone in the batfamily to ever witness him stimming.

His most common stimming behaviors are shaking out his hands, scratching his palms, and rubbing his hands across different surfaces. When he’s really stressed, he’ll snap his fingers.

He absolutely hates cameras. They’re loud and make him uncomfortable. One reporter almost got scratched when they got too close to him with the flash on. He only barely tolerates the security cameras in the manor. Barely.

He can and will be roped into any dare imaginable. Bruce repeatedly forbids him from taking dares from his siblings for months at a time.

He has a compartment in his utility belt dedicated to treats for any animal he sees on patrol.

When he’s tired, he’ll speak a mixture of Arabic, Mandarin, and English. Only Bruce can make sense of it, and occasionally Jason.

Bruce absolutely refuses to yell at Damian. Even if some of his other kids argue that he’s being too nice, he’ll only use his Batman voice and his Soft But Disappointed Dad Voice, but he will Never yell.

(He doesn’t tell them it’s because of what happened the first and only time he yelled at Damian. Bruce moved his hand a bit, and Damian flinched wildly. Bruce cried for hours over the implications of that.)

Damian only feels comfortable sitting if he can clearly see the main entrance. If not, he’ll sit with his back against a wall or he’ll stand.

He dutifully takes the responsibility of feeding and grooming every Wayne animal. They receive the most nutritious and filling meals on the market (all while receiving lots of head pats.)

He has very strong eyebrows just like his father. They tend to pull the same exasperated expressions too, highlighting their resemblance.

Talia taught Damian at a very young age how to write perfectly with both hands. He no longer remembers if he is naturally left or right-handed.

The one insult he cannot handle is “spoiled brat.” A few months after he arrived, someone in the family called him that as a joke, and he completely shut down emotionally. No anger, no sadness, no resentment. Literally just nothing. For days. No one knows why, but they will never let it happen again.

You know he’s Up to Something TM if he swings his legs back and forth while he sits.

He is obsessed with those cheap TV documentaries about famous plane crashes and shipwrecks. After finishing one, he’ll find the nearest family member and tell them all about it: how it happened, what human error caused it, and his fool-proof plan for if it ever happens again and he is nearby. Usually, it’s Alfred.

For the first few years at the manor, Damian’s favorite spot is the family graveyard. Everyone calls him dramatic. He just likes how it’s so quiet. (And he’s dramatic.)

When Jason waxes poetics about dying over dinner, Damian just groans and says, “So have I. You’re not special.” That’s how the family learns he was repeatedly revived in the Lazarus Pit due to the fatal nature of his training and abuse.

His first ever crush was on the cute male tech at Alfred the Cat’s vet. Damian was 12. Jason, who accompanied him, proceeded to give him both The Talk (“It’s okay to like boys”) and The Talk (“Your body is ✨changing✨”) on the drive home.

He will not text back unless it is absolutely necessary. He will leave people on read. He does not hate you. (…Probably.)

Titus is a registered therapy dog, trained in helping Damian through panic attacks and sensory overload. If you ever see Damian asleep on the floor, eyes cried out with Titus resting on top of him, you know why.

When he was 13, he tried to fake his own death after he failed a test at school and “dishonored the family name.” Bruce and Dick had to sit him down and explain that grades aren’t everything, and they still love him unconditionally.

He talks to animals like they’re human. He has a habit of venting his frustrations to Batcow in particular. And his fish while he feeds them.

His love language to others is a mixture of gifts and quality time, usually without words.

One day, Damian was snooping around the house and found that one of the electrical closets leads to a tiny space—barely two feet wide—in between the sheetrock and the foundation wall with nothing but a single hanging lightbulb. It took years before anyone else found it, but by then, Damian had painted an 8x10 ft mural on the wall and created a small bed of blankets and pillows for when he needs a quiet place to escape unwanted stimuli.

When he sleeps, his cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk. It’s adorable.

During the Winter Olympics one year, Damian falls in love with figure skating and decides he wants to try it out, but he never asks to take up lessons in fear that he will be horrible at it.

Duke figures this out and now takes him ice skating just enough to avoid suspicion. It’s become their bonding activity.

Once, Jason and Tim made him try a Sour Patch Kids-flavored energy drink. He immediately spit it out and said, “What the fuck?! That’s even worse than drinking from the Lazarus Pit.” And that’s how the family learns that Ra’s made Damian drink from the Lazarus Pit a few times.

One day, Steph told Damian about the wonders of concealed self defense products. Now, about 80% of the mundane items Damian owns is secretly a knife. He will purchase any item that is secretly a knife. Including several fake lipstick tubes.

He has rigorous self-control when it comes to sleep. Sure, his schedule is a bit fucked up for someone his age, but he is in bed and asleep exactly when he tells himself. (His siblings could never.)

His entire wardrobe is soft items he “found” stole from the laundry room. If it’s comfortable, it’s his now. (No one complains. In fact, having Damian steal your clothes is considered a privilege.)

He hates whenever Alfred tries to recreate dishes from his childhood. It’s just not the same. Alfred understands.

When he’s really stressed—like the “I am one stubbed toe away from a complete meltdown” stressed—he will finger paint. He likes the feeling of it on his skin.

Due to his time in the LoA, Damian has a habit of never telling anyone if he’s injured. Instead, he’ll pretend nothing’s wrong until he passes out or literally can’t move right and someone calls him out. He’s working on it, though.

There’s a massive system of fish tanks in his room complete with handmade decor and multiple venomous species. No one even realizes until Alfred mentions it during dinner.

He has hyper fixated at least once on every single artistic medium you can imagine. His top three are oil paintings, mosaics, and pottery, but he mostly sticks to drawing in his free time.

He has taste tested all of his pets’ treats at one point for “research purposes.”

Giving friends their own nickname is one of the most intimate things Damian does to express his relationship with someone.

Once, he was having an argument with a sibling, and they said, “Oh yeah? Well at least Bruce wanted me!” Damian didn’t leave his room for exactly six days. He even stapled blackout curtains to his windows and the vents. Bruce chewed the shit out of whoever said it and spent hours every day talking to Damian through the door to convince him that, yes, Bruce wants him and couldn’t ever think of a family without him. Damian didn’t come out, however, until he heard Bruce crying while begging him to eat. Damian slept in Bruce’s bed that night and the following week.

When he turns 15, he gets really obsessed with Måneskin.

He’s exactly the kind of Art Hoe that is completely loyal to his favorite brand of art supplies and wouldn’t touch other brands with a 10ft pole.

He has weirdly thin fingers. Like creepily thin, especially as he grows older. Someone commented on them once, and Damian proceeded to wear gloves nonstop for a week.

There are exactly four (4) people who are allowed to touch him without permission first. Dick, Jon, Bruce, and Talia in that order.

His eyes are actually naturally blue. The reason they are green is because of the Lazarus Pit. It’s always the Lazarus Pit. (They barely glow in the dark too, but you need to really pay attention to notice.)

He can wiggle his ears. The only people to ever witness it are Cass and Duke. They’ve been sworn to secrecy.

Whenever one of his many pets sleeps in his bed, he tries to stay as still as possible without touching them so they don’t get annoyed and leave, but they always worm their way into his arms.

As he grows, his family is surprised to learn that he isn’t building the same muscle as his dad. Instead, he’s lean like his mother due to an extremely fast metabolism. He eats a lot to maintain proper health. (His cheeks are still puffy when he sleeps, though. And when he smiles.)

Dick is his emergency contact for school, partially because Dick isn’t as busy, partially due to that time Bruce “died,” but mostly because Damian is terrified of disappointing Bruce if he ever gets in trouble. Thankfully, Dick is convincing Damian otherwise.

His favorite ever birthday gift comes from Tim. It’s a pottery studio he spent months building on their property in secret with several pottery wheels and a kiln.

His hands have always had a sort of surgical accuracy to them due to his stealth training, but it never came to the forefront of everyone’s mind until one particular mission when Tim got shot, and they needed to get the bullet out as quickly as possible. Despite being bigger than most of his family members by now, and Tim refusing to stay still the whole time, Damian was the only one capable of taking the bullet out. While riding in the Batmobile. Going 80 mph. Completely painlessly. Damian is immediately given the de facto role of Combat Medic.

Jon likes to send Good morning texts to Damian. At first, he didn’t know about the “only responds if it’s an emergency” thing, though, so he decided to stop after a few weeks of Damian never replying. Within an hour of not getting the usual text, Damian was at Jon’s house in full Robin gear to make sure he was okay.

He and Steph like to paint each other’s nails when one of them is stressed. After Damian comes out as pansexual, Steph paints little pride flags on his fingers.

He only plays Minecraft on creative mode. He likes building farms and wildlife preserves.

At 16, he gets asked out by a pretty girl in school that Damian had a crush on last year, but he thinks it’s a joke because he can’t fathom anyone liking him so he turns her down.

As he grows, his looks become more androgynous, again eerily resembling his mother, but his voice drops low enough that it doesn’t cause much misgendering.

Then he starts thinking of his gender a bit more and wonders if he’s also a They.

He likes to paint all over the soles of his shoes whenever he gets a new pair. No one will ever really see it, of course, and it eventually wears off the more he walks, but he knows it’s there.

It’s a nice day in the park. He’s doing homework on a picnic table while Titus and Ace run around, and he can’t stop thinking about his future.

Yesterday, there was a school assembly about choosing a career path. Alfred slid him an SAT prep book during breakfast. And his class was assigned one of those “Which career path is best for you?” quizzes.

He gets Veterinarian.

It takes a full five minutes as Damian stares at the results, thinking about the crazy, out-of-this-world idea of not being a vigilante or assassin his entire life, what it would be like if he just turned his back on the future which was so carefully laid out in front of him since birth, before it clicks into place.

Damian doesn’t want to be Batman.

He doesn’t want to lead the LoA either.

Two years later, Damian enrolls in Gotham University and majors in Wildlife Biology on the Pre-Vet track with a minor in Studio Arts. He gets a dorm room, works in the pottery studio, and volunteers at the local animal shelter.

He is content.

Does some of this stray from canon? Yes. However, I do not give a rat’s ass. Thank you, and goodnight.

[smg-69]

If SMG34 ever becomes canon, I don’t want it to be a sweet, sappy romance or a dumbass sitcom romance with a bunch of miscommunication.

I want Three and Four to be the most obnoxious, power-hungry power couple in existence.

I want them to be increasingly stupid because their other half is encouraging their behavior now instead of holding them back.

I want Three going on villainous tirades and Four letting him get away with it because “he’s hot when he’s evil.”

I want Four going slightly meme-crazy again and Three just letting him be weird and insane because it makes him happy (and because Three knows that if the worst were to happen he’ll be right there to pull Four out of it).

I want them taking their old rivalry and transforming it into a partnership built solely on fucking with other people.

I want their relationship to be annoying and loud and just Three and Four being so ridiculously freak4freak for each other.

But on the other hand…

I want their actual romantic interactions to be subtle and sweet and quiet.

I want the little details that the show has always been so good at.

I want Three and Four randomly holding hands in the background.

I want scenes with Three streaming while Four lays on his bed and reads a book or something in the background of his webcam.

I want a dog bed to pop up in Four’s room.

I want moments where everybody is in a rush for some reason or another, and Three and Four walk in wearing each other’s clothes by accident (like their gloves or hats or something small).

I want Four to look for something in his browser history and you can see a search for “Where to buy a ring?” very briefly.

I want them to have just the cheesiest romantic moments that are only ever implied to the viewer.

And if they ever get engaged, I want the entire lead up to their wedding to be its own arc with the final fight having them yelling their vows at each other while they kick ass.

[uozlulu]

Quietly getting too emotional about that arranged marriage anime because like imagine someone meeting you and choosing you despite the thing that alienates you from even your own family.

[inkkill]

[nasty-bog-boy]

it's just one of those days when it's raining and I really have to talk about Anne Elliot in Persuasion and how much i love this woman with every single fibre of my being.

i just want us to have heroines like Anne Elliot. in my opinion she's one of the best heroines of English literature, especially for when you're a bit older and wiser and you have experienced the unfairness and heartbreak of life.

Anne is miserable in many ways. she's stuck in a life she doesn't want, lacks agency in her life and was persuaded to not only turn down the love of her life but also a good man that could've taken her away from this. Charles Musgrove may not be captain Wentworth but he's a decent man with a family who cares for her and had she married him Anne would at least have a home and independence.

yet despite this she doesn't resent Lady Russell and continues to count her as a close friend. she understands that Lady Russell was genuinely acting out of concern for Anne but is also a flawed person who carried her own predjucides into her judgements of that men.

instead of being witty or confident or optimistic Anne's virtues are patience, kindness and forgiveness. she isn't a doormat but she is a person and does get worn down by the circumstances of her life. she keeps her head in a crisis and looks out for the wellbeing of her friends. she actively listens to people and cares for others. her virtues are all things we can cultivate within ourselves if we try.

Anne doesn't carry her heartbreak with melodramatic, teenage angst like Marianne Dashwood. she mourns what she's lost but understands that it was the result of her own actions and she must accept that. i think this is a feeling readers can understand when we get older. Anne has loved and lost in a way that can related to but she doesn't allow it to corrupt her character.

having romantic heroines that perhaps don't light up a room with their beauty or win heart with their charisma but instead become endeared to both other characters and the reader through their patience and kindness just warms my heart. i think we should try to be more like Anne in our lives. despite the sadness she's living in at the start of the novel her life ends happily, because her kindness and care for others eventually becomes noticed, not just by a man but also by herself as she finally understands her value.

idk i just have a lot of feelings about Persuasion and i could talk about it for days

[acewhowantsspace]

LET AROACE CHARACTERS BE AROACE

LET ASEXUAL CHARACTERS BE ASEXUAL

LET AROMANTIC CHARACTERS BE AROMANTIC

"Oh, but they could be demi or grey-" How about I hit you with a shovel?

It's literally the same as shipping a gay man with a woman or a lesbian with a guy. It's aphobic and I'm TIRED OF IT!

[modelsof-color]

not saying to throw shade at the model ( I won't credit them for this exact reason) it's a simple question : is this wig helping the model to tell a story? NO ! it's just there

( this editorial don't even have a concept plus look terrible)

the only reason the wig is there it's cause they consider the afro textured hair a fashion element just like clothes ,bags and shoes . it is what it is

many black models , facing this tremendous amount of concern and apprehension about it... ( wearing wigs or box braids bc hairstylists dont do black hair at fashion shows )

it's fucking 2024 , you got countless black models out there willing to empower others by proudly showing their natural hair

so what is the excuse???

I don't even like when people say " it's a magazine no one cares about magazine nowadays" no baby , it's on internet, Once you post a picture online it is public forever.

[shallow-seas-we-sail]

Agatha said that no spell or incantation was used for Nicolas; that he was truly made from scratch.

Rio and Agatha made Nicolas, and that's why Rio came for him when he was born. Nicolas was never meant to be. He is an anomaly. He is outside the natural order of things (Rio says as much about William/Billy)

Nicolas is Of Death, and death doesn't give. Death only takes. Rio knows this. Agatha knows this. Nicolas was always living on borrowed time, it's all that Rio could give him and Agatha. It was her greatest act of love to see Agatha and their son. That's why Agatha and Nicolas lived in the forests, to be close to Rio. That's why when Nicolas says his mother needs him home, he runs back to forest and why Agatha is so worried.

Rio is his mother. Agatha is his mama and she knows his end is near.

God, this show is so layered and working on such deeper levels. I can't wait to rewatch.

[emilykaldwen]

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

[babovens]

I keep thinking about how Teru was the one who said he wanted to live alone. That he was the one who called his parents about this arrangement.

Sure, it could be interpreted as he was just tired of living with a household manager that didn’t care about him. That it would be better to be completely alone than to have Claw agents attack his family when he was the one with powers.

But that phone call reminded me of something. I know lots of kids (including myself) who’ve had that “I’m running away!” moment in their life. Pack a bag angrily with nothing more than a few of your favorite snacks and maybe some toys. Storm out the door and have freedom for all but a few seconds…

… and then immediately dash back home in tears.

Because you know, deep down, that you still have a home to go back to. You still have parents that may tease you a little bit about your break down, but they still have the door open for you.

They still love you.

And I wonder if that phone call was like that for Teru. That was his “running away” moment.

But it was more like a sure fire way of getting his parents to come home.

It was his understandably childish outburst of “I hate how things are, so I’ll do something rash to get a reaction.”

“If I say I want to live alone, they’ll come back.”

“If I run away, they’ll come running to me.”

Then I’ll have my parents back and won’t have to deal with Claw by myself.

Then I won’t be alone anymore.

…Only they didn’t.

There were no parents waiting for him.

There was no door open for him.

The Hanazawa’s were two parents who’s kid said “I’m running away from home!” and they let him.

They didn’t even try to stop him.

Was Teru even expecting them to say yes?

Did he even think he’d ever live in an apartment for one?

Or was he just an 11 year old who ran away from home, only to find out there was no home for him anymore?

[runraerun]

🦋 • billy hargrove + billie eilish (BLUE)

[flootweed]

oh uncle jim. the poor middle-aged gay man who sees himself as undeserving of love. who can't see himself making a family despite the fact that he is already family to so many people. who raises the son of his homophobic sister and buys the dowry for his employee and is known by everyone in town. who allows himself one companion in the form of a cat named after himself. who would rather share excess food with customers than take it home for himself. who never turns down the sweet local boy who is in love with him but also never gives him reason to hope. who repeatedly turns down this new man who shows him the joy that can be found in his life. who thinks he lives a small, solitary life but actually lives a sprawling, vibrant life.

and wen. a young man who lives in the city with an easy job pointing fingers and giving orders. who has a mouth of sin but eyes of devotion. who wakes up in a colorful world and decides he doesn't want to leave. who overstays his welcome. who plays with the cat the morning after his one night stand. who works a second job, not for the money but for the excitment. who wears a fancy watch while he chops chicken and stacks the dishes. who sees a teenage boy trying to escape his life and understands. who resolutely goes after what he wants, giving no mind to the damage it may cause. who has a home but dreams of a better, brighter one.